Dependency continues despite our lacking substance in the exact moment I’ve been made to believe in a me without you. This staggering, debilitating want to cling to buried remnants lies just below the surface. I’ve long hoped for a drying at our source. Eyes closed, I can still remember the burning of your hands against my skin and your lips upon my own. I’m wary of becoming lost to you once again, yet here I am foolishly digging up old hopes of breaking from these roles, of breaking my promise to let it be. I have to hide this breaking down.
I won’t fall alone.